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I must confess,
I heard the ominous echo of Halloween as I walked through the field of bright orange pumpkins.
A mean pumpkin was toppling over little ones like a bully.
The little ones needed someone to console them.
I said, "hush, little pumpkins!"
Like a swan, I glided over to the big pumpkin.
I summoned the great Halloween fairy to teach him a lesson.
The fairy turned him into a cushion in order for him to see how it feels to be sat on.
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